My daughter bought me a ticket to join her in New York for a few days. We did baby stuff, maternity stuff, and ate amazing vegetarian food. We spent an afternoon in Central Park. Sarah ran nine miles and I took photographs. A bubble master was creating his magic and the whole city seemed to be in love. 
I was lucky. I got a lot hand-me-downs from my cousin, Carol.
As in most developing countries, Cambodians have little access to clean drinking water. We saw grass huts with jugs of cloudy water. Maybe the water was for washing. I suspect it was for drinking, too. With the help of Phal, our guide in Cambodia, Tom and I donated money for a well to be built in a Cambodian village.
Phal sent us a photo of the new well. It’s located in Tanorl Trorng, a village in the Soni Kum district, 25 miles east of Siem Reap, Angkor. Phal thanked us with this note:
We would like to say thank you for all your good heart.Your donation make our people life difference.Water is life.
While we were touring the Cambodian fishing village on the waters of Tanlé Sap, a father and his two kids motored up to our boat. The older boy sat in the front of the sampan. The younger son sat in the middle, with a live python draped around his neck. After everyone shot some photos, we tipped the dad a couple dollars and off they went.
On New Year’s Day, our biking group took a boat ride through Tonlé Sap, a fresh water lake in Cambodia. The lake is home to a fishing village.
Just as we were approaching the ancient temple of Angkor Wat, a monkey stole Cindy’s bottle of water right out of her hand. At the side of the path, he opened it and had a drink. He may be resourceful and smart, but he doesn’t know how to share.
I first noticed the pile of pink striped fabric on the floor of what might be a convenience store in Vietnam.
Then, next door, I noticed a little clothing factory behind a chain link fence where the dresses were being made.
All was quiet in the open-air factory. The women were on a lunch break, I suspect.
In a few minutes, one lady came back to work in the convenience store. Her job was to trim the threads close to the seams.
A chicken, tied up outside, wore the same striped fabric, but in green.
Some two hundred stone faces gaze down from the walls of the Bayon Temple in Cambodia. Historians say the faces might be the likeness of King Jayavarman VII. He was the Buddhist king responsible for building the temple when he ruled the Khmer Empire. Cambodians love this king. He built “resting houses” which now are hospitals.
Others say the faces are of a Buddhist god of compassion. Either way, the faces seem serene.
Trees grow up through the stones of the temple of Ta Prohm. We arrived just as the sun was setting on this mythical place.
Angkor Wat was the first of four temples we visited in Cambodia. 
